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"How is Robby now, Tobe?" Dolly asked

Theshoes slowly shaulped "He seeit his breath as free as he did Annie's h distracted I don't knohich way to turn or what to do when she gives up"

"I know it--poor thing!" Dolly answered She turned to Mostyn "Wait here I'll be out before long"

Followed by the anxious father, she went into the cabin Mostyn sat down at the root of a big beech tree and glanced over the peaceful landscape Hoonderful the scene! he thought The top of theits base and sides The level growing fields stretched away to the north in a blaze of war the road; behind hi and calling A covey of quails rose from a patch of blackberry vines and fluttered away toward the nearest hillside

Yes, he was going to turn over a new leaf Mostyn was quite sure of this He would take Saunders for his e who had the hide of an ox and no refineet--above all, he would forget; that was the thing

At thisthe room with the child in her arms It was only for an instant, and yet he noted the unspeakable tenderness which pervaded her attitude and movement He was reallery in New York The crying of the child had ceased; there was scarcely any sound in the cabin, for Dolly's tread was as light as falling snow

From the doorway came Tobe Barnett He approached Mostyn in a most dejected mien

"This is Mr Mostyn, ain't it?" he asked "I heard Tom Drake say they was expectin' you up"

The banker nodded "How do you think the baby is now?" he asked, considerately

"Only the Lord could answer that, sir," the ht if Miss Dolly hadn't got out o' bed an' coht I heard soate" It was about two o'clock, I think" "That was the fust tio for her that tiit back to sleep She loves children, Mr Mostyn, an' she seems to think as much o' Robby as if he was her own I ketched 'er cryin' last night when she was settin' waitin' in the dark for 'i powerful on Miss Dolly, but they don't know half o' the good she does on the quiet She tries to keep 'erateful to 'er If the Lord don't give me a chance to repay 'er for her kindness to me an' rown husky, and he now choked up Silence fell It was broken by a sweet voice in the cabin hu of a rockerless chair on the floor Presently theblue eyes which she ti of a thing which hung limply over her thin for knot at the back of her head No collar of any sort hid her sun-browned, bony neck